Uncomfortable Truths

Chapter Thirty-Four - London

Harry woke up to the sound of voices outside his door. He rolls over to realize this isn't his door, this isn't his room. The poster of the Chudley Cannons hanging next to the bed lets him know this is Ron's room. That's right, after the potion fiasco, he was locked out of his room since Dean and Seamus were in there. Ron and Hermione ended up going to her room. Draco and Pansy took Harry here, to Ron's room, before they left.

"I don't know where he ended up." Harry will call that voice one.

"Well, Finnigan and Thomas said he didn't try his own room. Dray didn't tell me where he stashed Potter. For all we know, he's with Granger and Weasley." Voice two replied, but voice two sounded a lot like Zabini. "I don't even know why he's making Potter do this, why he's making us do this... why do we let him make us do anything?"

"Because we're his friends and this isn't a big deal, he's not making us... he just doesn't know how to ask for things he wants without coming off... well, shitty, I guess." Voice one sounds like Goyle. "I don't think he'd be with Ron and Hermione, she looked... unwell."

"Balls." Harry moaned, it's too early for Blaise. Why would those two be looking for him? What time is it?

"Just start opening the doors. For fucks sake, Greg, everyone's gone. Who do you think we're going to bother. I bet he's in Weasley's room."

"But what if Ron and Hermione's in there?"

"Don't be a pussy."

"Then you do it, Blaise... and fuck you too."

Harry gets out of bed and opens the door. Blaise was reaching for the doorknob; Greg looks sheepish behind him. They're dressed in their running clothes.

"What?" Harry opens the door, letting the two enter.

"Get dressed Potter." Blaise looks around the room feigning boredom.

"Why?"

"You're coming running with us this morning."

"Where's Malfoy?"

"He left a while ago." Greg rubs the back of his neck, "He went with Theo. He said he needed a long run today and Theo's the only one who can keep up with him. He needs to work on the antidote too, so he got up early."

"I'll pass." Harry went back to Ron's bed.

"Not an option, Potter." Blaise smirks, "Get your shit, you're coming with us."

"No." Harry pulls the covers over his head.

"Fine. You want to do this the hard way?" Blaise pulls out his wand and points at Harry, "Aguamenti." Harry is drenched in water along with Ron's bed.

"What the hell, Zabini." Harry stumbles out dripping wet.

"Come on, let's go. You need to get changed. Finnigan is already up, your room is open. Aguamenti." Blaise hits Harry with another blast of water while he chuckles.

"What was that for?" Harry pushes past the two Slytherins to the door.

"For being a prat." Blaise smiles and follows Harry to his room.

Greg casts a drying spell on Ron's bed before locking the door behind him.

"When did you get your wand back?" Greg can hear Harry ask Blaise.

"That clever witch of yours had all our wands in front of our dorm rooms, just hovering there. I tried to grab Greg's, but I got zapped with something. The only person she had to give their wand back to was Alex, and she did that before the game. I like your little witch; she's filled with spirit. She'd have been great in Slytherin." Blaise answers from the couch while Harry changes.